First BirthdayMy final baby turns 1 today! I can’t believe it! One year ago at this very moment (11 a.m.), I was on the phone with my friend Rebecca. “Ugh, these Braxton-Hicks contractions are the worst,” I complained.

“You’ve had, like, three since we got on the phone,” she told me.

“I know, they’re so bad! I must have to poop!”

“Or maybe you’re in labor,” she told me.

Naah. My due date isn’t for another week!” I scoffed. An hour later, I was feet-in-the-stirrups and screaming for my epidural. Hoo boy, the joke was on me.

I should be preparing for a big first-birthday party for the darling little earthy-eyed love who has so enriched my life, right? Er ... no.